Quinn tugged at his satchel strap and frowned. "I'm taking the day off," he said.

"I...hadn't realized you were familiar with that concept."

"I'm going to Dromund Kaas. For a memorial."

Wynston thought for a few seconds. "It's Ruth's birthday, isn't it."

"Yes. She would've been thirty-eight."

"Ah," the Chiss said thoughtfully. "Still far too young. On the plus side, at least she was spared the indignity of turning forty."

"Forty wasn't bad."

"Oh, you remember back that far, do you?"

Quinn glared.

"Forty felt like the end of the world to me." Wynston rubbed his chin. "Or maybe that's just because the planet I was on that day was going to blow up if I didn't find a way to reverse the tectonic destabilizer before midnight." He let his hand drop. "Ah, well. Out of curiosity, did you ever actually spend a birthday on speaking terms with her?"

"Yes," bristled Quinn. "Four of them."

"And the other fifteen or however many there were, you were at each other's throats."

"No, we were ignoring each other. Only one of her birthdays actually involved combat against me. And it wasn't really combat so much as shouting and throwing things."

"I'll be the first to admit that my understanding of romance is a little superficial, but I never could comprehend how your notion of true love could involve so much argument and projectile weaponry and attempted murder."

"There wasn't all that much attempted murder."

"A little goes a long way."

Quinn crossed his arms and gave Wynston the evil eye.

"I understand these things better than you might think," said Wynston. "Although when I break up with a dangerous mark, I generally succeed in killing her."

"You are a repulsive human being."

"No, you're a repulsive human being, Quinn. I'm a repulsive Chiss. Now go, take all the time you need; I'll manage things around here 'til you get back. Bring some flowers to her grave for me, would you? Those lilies she likes."

"I'm getting her lilies," Quinn said stiffly.

"So get more of them."

"I'm not giving you credit for copying my tribute, agent."

"Fine, then. Get her some velvet flame-rods."

Quinn scowled even harder. "Velvet flame-rods are notorious for secreting a contact poison that starts by causing painful, disfiguring skin lesions and then gets worse from there."

"Ah. I was hoping you didn't know that. It was the whole point. Please, handle them with bare hands. And sniff deeply."

I had better be careful, though or bright_ is going to make me love Quinn.

>.>

<.<

I worry that this is by far the least faithful I have been to Quinn as a character. I put him through the wringer for close to twenty years to explain how the stick up his *** got so flexible, but even so, don't think being fond of this guy would necessarily translate to liking game-Quinn; Wynston's partner here is almost too un-Quinn-like for my own comfort.

"Ah. Fine. The Celadine Consortium it is." Quinn sighed, pasted a slight smile back on his face, and presented Lord Rist with a datapad containing a formal proclamation of intent for him to sign. Then Quinn gave him a small ironic nod, turned, and walked away, radiating pride and power as he went.

Quinn is a doofus, lol.

I'll probably die if you group with me, but I'll go out with both lightsabers drawn stabbing someone in the face. Probably you, but it's cool. Forever Shenanigans!!

I worry that this is by far the least faithful I have been to Quinn as a character. I put him through the wringer for close to twenty years to explain how the stick up his *** got so flexible, but even so, don't think being fond of this guy would necessarily translate to liking game-Quinn; Wynston's partner here is almost too un-Quinn-like for my own comfort.

And yet...so ridiculously fun.

I personally believe that a little OOC behavior is perfectly acceptable if the results are this funny. And Quinn is, in my opinion, damn hard to write properly in-character. There's a scene in Afterimages that I've rewritten three times because I kept feeling like it was OOC, and I'm still not completely happy with it.

I think the Quinn we see here is, while slightly OOC, close enough to character to be believable. At least in my opinion. Besides, it's funnier this way.

I worry that this is by far the least faithful I have been to Quinn as a character. I put him through the wringer for close to twenty years to explain how the stick up his *** got so flexible, but even so, don't think being fond of this guy would necessarily translate to liking game-Quinn; Wynston's partner here is almost too un-Quinn-like for my own comfort.

I worry that this is by far the least faithful I have been to Quinn as a character. I put him through the wringer for close to twenty years to explain how the stick up his *** got so flexible, but even so, don't think being fond of this guy would necessarily translate to liking game-Quinn; Wynston's partner here is almost too un-Quinn-like for my own comfort.

And yet...so ridiculously fun.

Derp, for clarity's sake I should specify that "this" is "this entire thread." I'm taking terrible liberties with the character of Quinn for the purposes of this whole thread.

Derp, for clarity's sake I should specify that "this" is "this entire thread." I'm taking terrible liberties with the character of Quinn for the purposes of this whole thread.

No dignity for you, jerk. Serves you right.

The only real way to make Quinn a malleable character is to traumatize the ever loving spit out of him, then make him deal with emotions like a semi-person. Or strip him of everything and dive into his stupid head and yank his damn emotions out.

...

Not speaking from experience or anything...

I'll probably die if you group with me, but I'll go out with both lightsabers drawn stabbing someone in the face. Probably you, but it's cool. Forever Shenanigans!!

Quinn tugged at his satchel strap and frowned. "I'm taking the day off," he said.

"I...hadn't realized you were familiar with that concept."

"I'm going to Dromund Kaas. For a memorial."

Wynston thought for a few seconds. "It's Ruth's birthday, isn't it."

"Yes. She would've been thirty-eight."

"Ah," the Chiss said thoughtfully. "Still far too young. On the plus side, at least she was spared the indignity of turning forty."

"Forty wasn't bad."

"Oh, you remember back that far, do you?"

Quinn glared.

"Forty felt like the end of the world to me." Wynston rubbed his chin. "Or maybe that's just because the planet I was on that day was going to blow up if I didn't find a way to reverse the tectonic destabilizer before midnight." He let his hand drop. "Ah, well. Out of curiosity, did you ever actually spend a birthday on speaking terms with her?"

"Yes," bristled Quinn. "Four of them."

"And the other fifteen or however many there were, you were at each other's throats."

"No, we were ignoring each other. Only one of her birthdays actually involved combat against me. And it wasn't really combat so much as shouting and throwing things."

"I'll be the first to admit that my understanding of romance is a little superficial, but I never could comprehend how your notion of true love could involve so much argument and projectile weaponry and attempted murder."

"There wasn't all that much attempted murder."

"A little goes a long way."

Quinn crossed his arms and gave Wynston the evil eye.

"I understand these things better than you might think," said Wynston. "Although when I break up with a dangerous mark, I generally succeed in killing her."

"You are a repulsive human being."

"No, you're a repulsive human being, Quinn. I'm a repulsive Chiss. Now go, take all the time you need; I'll manage things around here 'til you get back. Bring some flowers to her grave for me, would you? Those lilies she likes."

"I'm getting her lilies," Quinn said stiffly.

"So get more of them."

"I'm not giving you credit for copying my tribute, agent."

"Fine, then. Get her some velvet flame-rods."

Quinn scowled even harder. "Velvet flame-rods are notorious for secreting a contact poison that starts by causing painful, disfiguring skin lesions and then gets worse from there."

"Ah. I was hoping you didn't know that. It was the whole point. Please, handle them with bare hands. And sniff deeply."

"I'm leaving now."

"Am I going to have to come with you to pay my respects?"

Quinn gritted his teeth. "I'll get her some more lilies."

Wynston nodded, satisfied. "Good man."

Somehow I missed this post. O_o...

Hilarious banter all around!

I'll probably die if you group with me, but I'll go out with both lightsabers drawn stabbing someone in the face. Probably you, but it's cool. Forever Shenanigans!!

The statements and opinions expressed on these websites are solely those of their respective authors and do not necessarily reflect the views, nor are they endorsed by Bioware, LucasArts, and its licensors do not guarantee the accuracy of, and are in no way responsible for any content on these websites.

The statements and opinions expressed on these websites are solely those of their respective authors and do not necessarily reflect the views, nor are they endorsed by Bioware, LucasArts, and its licensors do not guarantee the accuracy of, and are in no way responsible for any content on these websites.